Dark Gold. Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 3

Thomas winced visibly. The voice was musical, its notes so pure he couldn’t help but want to hear it again and again. It seemed to work its way inside him and twist and turn until it was difficult to resist anything this man said. Yet somehow, despite the purity of Aidan Savage’s voice, the words stung. Ivan was a huge success with his famous games; they were the hottest thing on the market. Worse, he had heard of the illusive, highly regarded, much sought-after Aidan Savage, and if a man with such a reputation and wealth were to reject Thomas outright, the social circles he ran in, both professional and personal, might also eject him. This was turning into a nightmare. Only his need for Alexandria Houton—also personal and professional—kept him rooted to the spot.

“I really must present this to Alexandria myself. Her work is very important to both of us. She was eager for a job with me, and I certainly am eager to give it to her.” Ivan attempted to put himself back on firm footing. “When would be a good time to call again?”

“Perhaps in a day or two. Marie will supply you with my number. Alexandria and her brother Joshua are residing here now, but we have not yet had time to install Alexandria’s private phone. Her sudden illness, you see, advanced the move before we were quite ready with her apartments. You will, of course, turn over Alexandria’s personal property to me immediately. She is under my protection, Mr. Ivan, and I always take care of my own.”

The golden eyes caught Ivan’s gaze and held him captive. Thomas found himself meekly handing over the briefcase. Then the eyes released him from their mesmerizing stare. At once Ivan was appalled at what he had done. What had gotten into him? He had never intended to give up the portfolio, not to anyone but Alexandria. His gaze found Savage’s hand, the thumb caressing the imitation leather as if it were Alexandria’s skin. At once he felt jealous. Just what was Aidan Savage to Alexandria? A man like Savage would eat an innocent like Alexandria alive. Thomas completely forgot, in his surge of chivalry, that that had been his own intention until he had discovered her exceptional artistic talent.

“Thank you for coming by, Mr. Ivan. I regret I cannot ask you to stay longer, but I have several appointments. I will see to it that Alexandria phones you in a couple of days, or that you are otherwise informed of her progress. Good evening, sir.”

Ivan soon found himself outside the closed door, unable to place Savage’s European accent or to stomach the housekeeper’s rather smug smile as she reopened the door briefly to hand him Savage’s unlisted phone number. He had made no friends in this house, a big mistake. If Alexandria needed his assistance, and he was more certain than ever that she did, he had no allies in this fortress Savage called home.

Aidan turned to Marie and touched her hair lightly, a brief, affectionate gesture. “Did that imbecile upset you?”

She laughed lightly. “Not nearly as much as he upset you. You didn’t know you had a rival for the lady’s affections. A famous millionaire, no less.”

“He makes up drivel.”

“Still, from what I gleaned from his conversation, Alexandria wants to work with him.” She was openly teasing him. “And his vampire games have made the news. I’ve seen him on the covers of magazines. He’s quite taken with Alexandria, isn’t he?”

“He does not have a chance. And he is much too old for her.”

Marie and Stefan both laughed. They were fully aware that Aidan had lived for centuries. Aidan suddenly grinned himself, surprising them both. They had never seen a genuine smile light his golden eyes.

“How is the child, this night?” he asked them.

Marie and Stefan sobered. “He is very quiet, that one,” Stefan answered. A few inches taller than Marie, wide and muscular, he was a force to be reckoned with. “I think he needs to see his sister before he can be a little boy once again. He has lost too much in his short life.”